I'd like to set a good example by not commenting or taking part in this marketing-department-contrived conversation about absolutely nothing at all.... don't th... fuck. Well, it is Tuesday.
Hey guys, remember that movie in which a molested twelve-year-old girl masturbated with a cross while screaming obscenities, spreading hymenal blood everywhere.... The Exorcisor? The Expertist? The Exoskeleton? ...Yeah, anyway, that was released in 1973. Almost 40 years ago. Oscar-winning. All-time classic. Preserved in the National Film Registry for it's historical importance. Made 40 years ago... 40... and many gory and/or provocative things have been made since.
How is this worse? Because its related to video games? Because you can hold it? Because "Ugh, we didn't ask for this, even though we're fans of a game about flesh eating zombies that tear people apart. I don't want to think about gore when I'm not playing the game, so dispose of and apologize for this totally optional trinket or I'll whine some more. Oh and its sexist cuz its a girl in a bikini, so its supposed to be sexually appealing and gross at the same time which is just too confusing for me in this busy, modern world. I don't want any murderous boners anywhere near me. Didn't the game developers consider the feelings of real scantily-clad torsos? Disgusting." [wipes tear off of monicle]?
Poor taste has its place and that place is anywhere near, in, around, or on top of zombies. Am I to understand that Dead Island's main demographics are kindergarten teachers and church groups? Seriously, anybody who is offended by this is either a publicity fabrication or is wagon-hopping because its fun to talk about stuff and to have stuff to talk about. I would feel sorry for the guys for having to apologize if I were convinced that wasn't planned, too.
It is a piece of plastic shaped like boobies and painted red.